Mac chuckles. “When someone tells you not to laugh, it’s really hard not to laugh.” “Oh yeah?” I turn on the water and aim the nozzle at him. My thumb hovers over the handle, like a trigger. “Do you think I’m funny now, Buster?” Mac grins. “You wouldn’t dare.” I shift my thumb. One little push and he’ll be soaked. “You don’t know me very well.” Mac lunges at me and I squeal, squirting him with one long burst of water. Then he pries the nozzle from my hand, and he sprays me back. A lot. “Stop!” I shriek, but we’re both cracking up and trying not to slip on the slick floor. When he wraps an arm
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